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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
Sleeping fitfully, Rashanta dreamed of her old life. Driving her Lexus down the freeway to work, the sun shining. After a bit she felt as if she was driving over cracks in the pavement, rhythmically shaking her car.
Gradually the colored woman began to wake and the realization that she'd only been dreaming slowly came into focus. She became aware of her new surroundings. The sight of the concrete ceiling with the fluorescent light fixtures hanging from it replaced the visions of freedom she'd had. She was once again in the real world. Laying in the top bunk in her jail cell.
But the shaking continued. The sounds of physical exertion, grunting and heavy breathing, emminated from below. She just lay there and listened.
"Uh... Ahhh...," she heard as the shaking slowed and stopped.
"That's it, you fat bitch," said a male voice. "That's what a fat nigger is for."
A minute later the bunk shook again and Rashanta could see a uniformed guard stand up in the cell, his back towards her. He was buckling his belt and zipping up his fly. She noticed the cell door was ajar.
"Not bad, Dee Dee," he said. "You still got that good pussy."
"Thank you, sir," said Desiree. "You want more, you know where to come."
"That I do," said the guard, letting himself out of the cell.
Rashanta's cell mate stood up from her bunk, pulling the orange prison gown down from where it had been bunched up under her arms so as to expose her large breasts. On the table in the cell was a pizza box. Desiree opened it revealing two slices.
"Don't tell me," said Rashanta disappointedly, "you fucked that guy for a pizza."
"The night guards ordered it," explained Desiree. "Frankie gave me the leftovers. Fuckin' him was jus' my way of showin' my 'preciation fo' it. I gets hungry an' we ain't always be gettin' breakfast on time. You still got alot to learn, girl. I woulda thought you'd be learnin' more by now."
Rashanta could still feel the soreness in her ass where the judge had brutally raped her the day before in his chambers as the bailiff looked on. That was a lesson she wouldn't soon forget. Sadly, the colored woman knew that the big black girl was right. She was going to get what she was going to get and might as well start getting used to it.
"You want the other slice?" asked Desiree. "It ain't bad even though it be cold now."
The slender negress climbed down from her bunk and looked into the box. A slice of plain cheese pizza sitting on a grease stained piece of cardboard. Her stomach growled. It'd been a long time since dinner the night before. And that had just been a plate of plain macaroni.
"Thanks, Dee Dee," said Rashanta.
The black woman took a bite of the cold pizza. It was the closest thing to normal food she'd eaten since her arrival at the jail. Grits for breakfast, when she got breakfast, a processed cheese sandwich on white bread for lunch, and macaroni for dinner had become the routine.
The morning ticked by and Rashanta was glad she'd taken the slice since it was becoming apparent there'd be no other breakfast. A guard showed up and opened the door.
"Wallace," he said. "Your lawyer's waiting for you."
Rashanta followed the white deputy to the small windowless room she'd met Sam Woodward in the day following her arrest. The balding attorney looked up as she entered, the deputy closing the door behind her.
"Good morning, Rashanta," he greeted her, leering at her breasts, her nipples poking against the thin material of her prison gown. "You're looking none the worse for wear. Come sit over here next to me. The district attorney'll be dropping by shortly and you're gonna need to be briefed on how to get him softened up."
The negress sat next to the lawyer without saying anything. He continued to drink in the vision of the slender black woman.
"Ok," he said at last, "I've already got him primed to agree to reduce the charges from grand theft auto. Thing is, that could still be as much as a six month sentence. You've got to convince him you didn't mean to do it and make it clear how sorry you are and how you're ready to do anything to make it right and get your sentence reduced."
"It's the truth that I didn't mean it," said Rashanta. "And just what do I have to do to get the sentence reduced?"
"Well," smiled Sam, "I know you didn't mean it, but you've got to convince the DA. He's a good old boy and understands how coloreds like you don't know so much about complicated deals like car rentals and the like. Plus he sure does enjoy having a fine negress like yourself suckin' his dick."
So, more blow jobs for these crackers, thought Rashanta. She realized now there was little choice in the matter. She'd sucked cock for less important things than her freedom. The black woman recalled how she'd dropped to her knees and took her boss's dick into her mouth for a more prestigious parking place, more befitting of her new position. She'd even swallowed.
"It wasn't too complicated for me to understand!" objected the colored woman. "Those assholes didn't tell me I needed to sign anything else!"
"Now, now," said the public defender patronizingly. "You won't get anywhere with Jack with that attitude. Your best bet is to put on your best country nigger voice and tell him you just didn't know no better. Slip off that gown, get on your knees, bat your big brown eyes, and lick those thick lips. Then get ready to suck him off. That should get you down to a month or two, tops."
Rashanta's face grew hot with anger at the suggestion, and shame at the knowledge that she would indeed have to do what her lawyer suggested. She hadn't had much problem using her body to get what she I wanted, but to put on a dumb act at the same time was thoroughly humiliating. But she knew she had no alternatives other than to rot here for half a year.
The door opened and a tall slender grey haired man walked into the room. Jack eyed Rashanta, who looked down at the table top, and then to Sam. He sat down across the table from the black woman and her attorney, placing his brief case in front of him.
"Ms Wallace," began the district attorney, "in the interest of saving the tax payers of this county the cost of a trial we're prepared to reduce the charges to using a motor vehicle without permission in exchange for a guilty plea. I would recommend a sentence of six months because we take a dim view of what you've done."
"Now, Jack," said Sam. "Isn't that just a little harsh? I'm just asking for a little flexibility. After all, this is all a big misunderstanding according to my client. Isn't that right, girl?"
The negress's face flushed again at being called girl that way. She looked into Jack's eyes and swallowed hard and looked back down at the table.
"I's sorry fo' what I done, sir," said Rashanta, feeling a lump in her throat. "I's jus' a dumb nigga an' din't know no better. I din't understands they weren't done wit' fillin' out all them papers. I's real sorry, sir."
The black woman, shaking inside, looked up again to judge the district attorney's reaction to her statement. He seemed to have lost the stern look from his face that he'd come in with.
"I see," said Jack. "So, you're willing to testify to that fact under oath and take the plea bargain?"
"Yes, sir!" Rashanta answered. "But can't you make it so I ain't got to stay in the jail house so long? I be so grateful if you can do that."
"Well," the DA replied, "the sentence isn't cast in stone, I suppose. Just how grateful would you be?"
Rashanta took the cue and stood up. She bent and grabbed the hem of her prison gown and pulled it off over her head, leaving it on the table. She was standing naked in front of the two white men, dressed in their suits and ties.
Jack and Sam both looked the slender colored woman up and down, taking in the view of her chocolate brown skin, her firm breasts, her bubble butt, and her long legs. She stepped around the table and knelt in front of the gray haired district attorney.
"I'd love to suck your dick, sir," Rashanta told him. "If you can drop my sentence to a month, I suck you anytime you want."
"I doubt Judge White will go for a month," said Jack. "I'll try, but you'll likely still get two months. You'll suck it anyways. Won't you, bitch?"
Bitch. The word was like a slap in the face to the negress but she had to take it and keep smiling at the white man. Two months were better than six.
"Yes, sir," said Rashanta. "I'll suck you good, sir. You'll see."
"I'll see right now, bitch," said Jack, unzipping his slacks and taking his now erect dick out. "Suck it, nigger."
Her face hot with shame at having to submit to this treatment, Rashanta smiled stupidly and took the district attorney's cock into her mouth and started sucking.
Still, she felt almost as much in control as she did when she kneeled and sucked at work in exchange for a prestigious title, a higher salary, and all the perks that went with it. Now she was doing it for a reduced sentence, but it was still a trade off she was willing to make. She told herself she could have said no. Not like her rape in the judge's chambers or the humiliating stripping for the deputies.
She slurped noisily as the public defender looked on glassy eyed.
"That's right...," instructed Jack. "Bob your head now, nigger. Suck it good."
Sam eyed Rashanta as she moved her head up and down over Jack's cock. The district attorney looked up and saw him watching the action.
"You want some of her, Woody?" he asked him.
"Fuck, yeah!" responded the balding public defender.
"Stand up and bend over, bitch," Jack ordered Rashanta. "You better not let my dick come out while you do it."
The colored woman slowly rose and bent over, presenting her shapely black bottom to her lawyer. She kept sucking the prosecutor's cock hard so it wouldn't slip out of her mouth as she got up.
"Harry tells me this nigger's ass is tight as hell," Jack told Sam. "Let me know what you think. Nothing like a blow job from a bitch who's gettin' reamed at the same time. Do her hard, Woody. Make her hurt."
"You ain't gotta ask twice, Jack!" exclaimed the defender.
Sam got up and walked over to stand behind Rashanta. He dropped his pants and his white cock sprang out. The black woman could feel the head of his dick between her ass cheeks, poking at her anus. She braced herself for the pain she knew was coming from her already abused asshole.
Still the negress was surprised by the shock of it as her attorney shoved the full length of his dick into her rectum. It felt as if she was being ripped apart, but she knew she'd better keep bobbing her head on other white man's cock. He held the power of keeping her imprisoned and she couldn't afford to displease him. She couldn't help groaning at the pain she felt. The sensation of the sound of her agony seemed to excite the prosecutor who began fucking her face with added vigor.
"Oh, yeah!" Jack exclaimed. "Fuck that ass hard, pal. Make the bitch cry like that again!"
Sam was quick oblige and began pounding Rashanta's ass mercilessly.
"Take it, bitch!" cried the defender. "Push that butt back and take it!"
The negress pushed back as ordered and felt her lawyer's dick jammed further up her ass. She yelped at the painful jolt, though the sound she made was muffled by the dick stuffed into her mouth. The district attorney moaned with pleasure at the feeling of the black girl's cry on his cock.
"Fuck!" gasped Jack.
The gray haired white man grabbed Rashanta's head by the hair with both hands and began pumping his cock down the hapless black woman's throat. She choked and gagged, sputtering with long strands of saliva dripping out of her mouth. He seemed completely oblivious to her gasps for breath and was completely focussed on his own pleasure.
"That's it!," exclaimed Sam. "Damn! Ahhh! Fuck!"
The sight of Rashanta getting savagely throat fucked was more than he could take and the skinny bald lawyer released his load deep in his client's tortured ass. The colored woman felt the jets of semen shoot into her rectum.
"Here it comes, bitch!" cried Jack as he ejaculated in Rashanta's mouth. "Mmmm! Yeah!!!"
The black woman choked on the load of sperm the white man deposited in her throat. Tears streamed down her face from gagging and she drooled onto the floor. She felt like a used piece of meat as the two attorneys shot their loads into her at the same time. Their cum leaked from her lips and asshole. Both holes burned with the pain of hard use.
Jack stood and zipped his pants. He picked up his briefcase, turning before leaving the room.
"Have the nigger in court after lunch, Woody," he said. "I'll see if Harry'll go for a month, but he'll probably only go for two. That bitch sucks a mean dick, buddy. I know I'll be getting plenty of use out of her while she's a guest of the county."
The district attorney took a last look at the bent form of the female prisoner, drooling and crying, the public defender's dick still up her ass. He walked out of the room leaving the attorney and his client alone.
Sam withdrew from Rashanta's ass after Jack closed the door behind him. The black woman began to straighten up.
"Not so fast, girl," he stopped her. "You've still got some business to attend to. I can't have my dick covered in your filth the rest of the day. Get on your knees and clean it off. Now, bitch"
Defeated and used, Rashanta turned and kneeled at Sam's feet. She took his cock in her hand and licked it clean.
"Not a bad deal, eh?" asked Sam as he zipped up his pants. "Two months, down from six. Maybe even one. What do you say, girl?"
The naked black woman looked down at the feet of the white man she knelt before. Tears of shame rolled down her cheeks.
"Thank you, sir," she said in a small voice.
"See how easy things are when you've got the right attitude?" he asked mockingly. "That's all you have to do. Know your place. Once you've done that, the rest is easy."
Sam picked the prison gown up off the table and dropped it on the floor in front of the kneeling black woman. Rashanta looked up at him.
"Cover yourself now, girl," he told her. "You go back to your cell. Clean yourself up some. I'll see you at the courthouse later on."
The public defender went to the door of the interview room and turned and watched as the inmate stood and put her gown back on. Their eyes met and he winked at her as he let himself out.
A blonde haired deputy stepped into the room, not more than twenty years old. He looked at Rashanta and then glanced down at the pool of saliva and semen on the floor.
"What the fuck?" he muttered. "Clean your mess up, bitch. It's disgusting."
"I don't have anything to do that with," Rashanta complained.
"The hell you don't," said the blonde deputy. "You're wearing a rag that'll do fine. Take it off and mop it up. I ain't got all day. Get to it!"
Rashanta took her gown back off, resigned to suffering yet another humiliation. Nude now, she got down on her hands and knees at the deputy's feet and mopped up the the thick liquid from the cement floor with the only piece of clothing she had. She stood back up when she was finished.
"Well?" he said impatiently. "Put it on! We ain't in the jungle where monkeys like you prance around naked."
The black woman took a deep breath and pulled the soiled garment over head. The big wet spot was cold on her flesh and it clinged around her breasts.
"Ok," said the deputy, "time to put you away in your cage. Let's go."
Rashanta followed the young white man back to her cell and entered as he unlocked the door and slid it open. Desiree looked up from where she lay on the bottom bunk. Rashanta shuddered as she heard the steel barred door slide shut behind her.
"You a mess, girl!" observed the big black girl. "Those white men sho' did a job on you!"
"They used me hard, Dee Dee," the slender colored woman replied. "It hurts to walk."
"Bet that DA double teamed you wit' Woody," guessed Desiree. "He loves gettin' his dick sucked by a nigga who be takin' it up da ass. Don't know why, jus' kinky I guess. Maybe her screamin' makes his dick feel good."
"I don't wanna talk about it," sighed Rashanta as she climbed into her bunk.
The black woman lay there in the semen stained gown and stared up at the ceiling. Her ass burned and her throat hurt. It wouldn't be long now before she knew how much time she'd be living in this nightmare.
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